Warm on a Snowy Night (F/M) | 2016

A sweet night of hot love-making between my partner and I. I've been enjoying this subreddit for a while, but this is my first time posting- hope you enjoy reading!

We got in later than we expected. The roads were terrible, driving through a snowstorm- we stopped a couple of times to help push cars that had gotten stuck. So we were anxious, and stressed, and more than a little ready to unwind. My partner had just finished a big project, and we were excited to get out of our usual town, out of our usual space, for an overnight to just be present with each other. And with our bodies.

We found a reasonable hotel online, and picked this one because it had a hot tub. Mercifully, we got there with an hour to spare before the pool/ hot tub area closed, and we intended to take full advantage. It would've been easy to both still feel stressed and grumpy from the difficult ride, but we were able to take some deep breaths, open our cheap bottle of wine, and be ready to be there, with each other.

As we changed into our bathing suits for the quick run through the chilly hallway to the pool, she told me she was excited to finally get a chance to wear her new swimsuit. I was also excited when I saw it. A gorgeous two-piece with a wrap-around top that raised and cuddled her delicious breasts- she looked so good. I've been married to her for five years, and we've been together for ten, but I definitely never get tired of looking at her in a swimsuit.

“I wonder,” I said as she was changing, “what those balls would feel like in the hot tub?” I bought her these two steel balls on a string for one of her Christmas presents. When she puts them in her vagina, she can feel the weight and pull of them against her internal muscles. We've only used them a couple of times, but she always really likes the way they feel. She decided she would go for it, and I warmed them up in my hands and by holding them against my skin while she got ready. She pushed the silver balls into her beautiful cunt and we picked up our towels.

The good news was that our room was one of the closest to the pool, down a wing of the hotel with very few rooms in it. The bad news is that it was cold in that hall, and so we about ran to the pool area. Shivering, we plunged into the hot tub, finding it warm but not overly hot. Alana was still hyped up from the trip and from the change of scenery, so she wanted to jump into the cold pool and run back into the hot tub a couple of times. I mustered up my courage and went with her, but after two laps of that, I was shivering. She held on to me to warm me up, and that was awesome. She also turned on the bubble-jets in the hot tub, which also helped warm the water up around me. We were completely alone in the pool area- no one had even walked by since we arrived, and we started moving closer together in the hot tub as we talked.

I asked her how the balls felt, and she said that she could feel them nicely inside her. I could tell that they were having an affect on her, as was being close to me in the warm water and wearing a hot bathing suit. She opened her mouth to kiss me more deeply, while she opened her legs to draw me closer to her. I slowly pushed her against the back wall of the hot tub. She was glancing over at the door and hall occasionally, but there was no one around. I was admiring the falling snow outside, but mostly admiring her beautiful face, the round curves of her body. Beneath the bubbles, our hands were starting to explore one another's bodies- her hands on the small of my back, my hands on the soft strength of her thighs. She moaned as our lips met again, tongues and lips exploring one another, sliding in, nibbling, caressing. Soon enough her hand found its way to the hard length of my erect penis, feeling me through my trunks. She smiled the sly smile that she always does when she feels me hard, both aroused and proud at the effect she had on my body. I felt her rotate her hips, slowly against me, back and forth, and I recognized that movement from the last time we played with those silver balls. She moaned again.

We kissed for a while, and it was becoming increasingly apparent that we both wanted a bit more, and that we were likely to have the room to ourselves for some time. Besides, the bubbles were obscuring our lower bodies, and the snow was still falling, and the heat of the water and our love and our mutual wanting... I pressed on her thighs, then reached up to feel her amazing breasts through the top of her new swimsuit. “Do you like it?” she said, grinning. “Of course I do,” I said. Or that's what I might have said. Maybe I just stared at her dumbly for a minute, before leaning in once again to kiss her. Soon, she was manipulating my cock so that the head pressed against her through the fabric of her suits. She was so turned on and the mood was so romantic, I could hardly contain myself. Maybe I couldn't contain myself. She rubbed me against the mound of her sex, purring and smiling. Every few seconds she would glance at the door and the still-empty hallway, and that made the uniqueness of the situation all the more present, all the more hot.

After a moment, she couldn't take any more and starting rubbing herself through the low-cut, tight fabric of her suit as we kissed. As my tongue again entered her mouth, her hand pressed aside the black fabric, pressing up against the lips of the pussy, feeling the dangling silver tag that could be used to pull the silver balls out of her. She masturbated and rubbed my cock as we kissed and pressed our bodies against each other. I kept kissing her, gently pressing her and containing her against the wall of the hot tub. She rubbed her pussy more insistently now, still holding my hard cock but intent also on her own pleasure. I wanted her pleasure so badly. I watched her up close as the snow fell aside, as her movements dissolved into rippling pleasure, as the wetness of her orgasm met the warm water around us, as she came.

When she came back to herself, she still wanted more. We kept kissing, our mouths more gentle now, but still hungry, still wanting. She kept her hand on my cock, and now took control, pushing me back across the hot tub until I was sitting, my back to the door. There was still no one, we were still alone with the bubbles and the echo of one another's moans and the snow falling outside. As we kept kissing, as she straddled me with her beautiful legs, it was clear she wanted more. “These balls are driving me crazy,” she said, “I feel insatiable. Let's go back to the room.”

I suggested we stay in the hot tub a little while longer. I wanted to keep warming up, and I was enjoying her warm softness against me. “Ten more minutes?” I asked. She looked at me like I had suggested we go outside and roll in the snow. “I think,” she said, biting her lip as she paid attention to the rolling silver balls deep in her pussy, “I think I can do five more.” Now it was a challenge. I have rarely seen her so horny, and she was going to push herself deeper into her lust and desire. She put her arms around her neck, and lowered the fabric at her crotch against my hardness. She nibbled my ear and caressed my chest. Then she knelt back in front of me, smiling a wily smile and moving both hands to my penis. “Does that feel good?” she said. I could only groan and tilt my head back as she lifted my swim suit over my cock, full and stretched with my arousal. The look she gave me- if I wasn't already hard, that look would have immediately made me hard and wet and ready to fuck her. Oh, the look she gave me. But then. My cock was out in the water now, but our part of the hotel was still deserted, and there was still a foam of bubbles obscuring our bodies from anyone who would walk by. She smiled at me once more, and put her head into the water, wrapping her strong fingers around the base of my cock and letting her mouth find the way to the tip of my cock.

As she took me into her mouth, I gasped. The water was warm, and her mouth was just a bit cooler- my whole body relaxed, and then the muscles at the back of my thighs clenched. It was so smooth, so enticing, such a fascinating feeling. I gently raised into her, and as always, she let me slide as far back as I wanted. She loves taking me deep. She slid off of me and once gain I felt the warmth of the roiling water around me. She rose above the water, wiped her eyes, and looked at me again. That same look. She wanted me so bad, and I could see her once again rolling her hips to move the silver balls that were deep in her cunt, deep in the place where she wanted my cock, where I would later slide home over and over, where the cum now rising in my balls would end its journey. She smiled that smile, stroking my dick through the water, and then went back under and sucked me again. We went on like this for a few minutes. Every time she came out of the water, she would look over my shoulder to see how much longer on the wall clock. It was so hot to see her both enjoying herself immensely with my body, and so aroused, so ready for more. Every time she took me in her mouth I gasped- the warmth of the water meeting the coolness of her mouth, the wet sly texture of her tongue wrapping around my sensitive cock. The five minutes felt like an hour, and it felt like no time at all.

And then we were kissing once more and pulling ourselves out of the hot tub, wrapping towels around us and rushing back to the room. I was once again grateful for the late night deserted pool room, as anyway who saw me, even with the towel wrapped around my waist, would've had an obvious view of my erection.

As we shared a gentle shower together, still intent on what was coming next, we gently held and kissed each other. We washed off the chlorine and warmed up from the frigid rush back to the room. I came out of the bathroom a moment after she did, and she was standing their, naked and glorious in the warm hotel room. “I'm so ready to take these out and replace them with your cock,” she said. I admired the silver charm hanging from her lower lips.

She wanted to got to the lobby for something, and I dared her to leave the balls in. Her eyes got wide at the prospect. It was clear that just standing with them, just walking around the hotel room, was erotically charged for her. To walk the length of the building, to interact with a stranger while the warm roundness filled her, moved inside her cunt- she turned it over in her head for only a second, and then she grinned.

When she got back from the lobby, I was laid out on the bed with the sheets pulled down, just like she wanted me. I had the little green brief on that I know she loves- every time she sees me in them she makes me stand and turn around, slowly, then do it again. She looks at me in those underwear like she looks at something that she wants, that she needs, that she has to devour. I love it.

I don't even remember what she wore to the lobby in back, because in no time, she was naked on the bed with me, taking my skimpy covering off, filling her mouth with my cock. As she worked my dick, her hips rose and fell, the silver balls massaging her deep places. Soon, I grasped her hair in my fist and lifted her head off my cock. I pushed her back onto the big hotel bed and spread her legs. There sparkled that silver charm, tied to the cord that moved the balls inside her. It was framed by her beautiful cunt- a cunt I know, a cunt I love, a cunt I worship. I kissed her thighs and mound, smelling and tasting her arousal. I looped my finger through the hole in the charm, and gently pulled the string. She made a noise like I was fucking her, and hard. I moved the balls hardly at all in her, but just the change of texture, the change of pressure and tightness in her drove her crazy. “Keep doing that,” she said, desperate. I gently pulled on the balls in her and she rode the waves of her pleasure up and down. She told me exactly how she wanted it, and I did my best to fulfill her every command. I sat back and watched the utter beauty of her arousal flowing over her, filling her heart and cunt. I don't know how long it lasted, but once again it seemed timeless: the soft bed underneath us, staring intently at her miraculous cunt, watching the muscles of her thighs and belly tighten and relax, watching pleasure trick across her face and neck. She was getting wetter and wetter. Finally, she gave me the command to pull out the balls. She nearly came right there as I pulled them out- she was certainly being raised to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure.

“Put. Your. Cock. In. Me.” she said. It was not a request. It was not a gentle asking, shy and quiet like she sometimes is. This was her in the fullness of her lust, a lust that could only be sated by being filled by me. She tilted her hips and spread her legs wide, her athlete's body opening to me. I rubbed some lube on my cock and on her lips, but it was hardly necessary, so deep and wet was her arousal.

As I entered her, she screamed. I pulled my body up on her, slowly and steadily and achingly inching myself into her deep places. She was ready and ecstatic, her pleasure coming now softly, now in crashing waves. She needed me to fuck her. And so I fucked her. I held her by the wrists, and then by the ankles, and then cupped each delicious cheek of her ass in one hand while I pounded her. As I felt myself getting close, my balls drawing close up to the heat of my body, she began to scream like she only does when we're not at home, when we're somewhere no one knows us. This alone would make it worth it to leave town now and then, the unadulterated joy and desire in her moaning calls of orgasm. She came on my cock, and I kept fucking her. She came again on my cock, and I kept fucking her. Then, with her legs held wide open in the air, with my hips slamming against her ass and the back of her thighs, she begged me to come. “Cum for me, cum inside me, I need your cum- CUM FOR ME!”

And I finally let loose. The fire that had been kindled inside me while we were still driving, as I rested my hand on her beautiful hip, as we fought our way through the snow, as we undressed and bathed, as she sucked on me, as she came in the hot tub, as I watched her pleasure through her hands and the silver balls and my tongue and the fucking- all of it burned in a deep and powerful orgasm. I felt it in my toes and the top of my head, I felt it in my arms, even now grasping her tight ass, and in the center of my being.

After, we cuddled. We talked and laughed, and remembered once again just why it is we are so in love. We held each other, and as we drifted off to sleep, we were both looking forward to what the morning would bring.